He Played Me On A Red Violin
He wouldn’t hold my hand. Maybe it was flashes of my creamy skin through black crochet. The way I harvested salad from my plate. When he paid the bill, we stepped onto blue stone, merged with soupy air.
“Let’s walk…….if your feet will be okay in those shoes.”
I bit my tongue. “They’ll be fine.”
I clacked beside him, my footsteps mirroring jumpy insides. Will this be the night he kisses me?
Once I stumbled. On purpose. I never told him.
I slithered my hand through the crook of his arm. The first time I touched him, on the way to watch a man sweat into the crevices of his magic violin. Erotic.
The way music merges with desire to render love.
Thank you, Jason Nichols of the Charleston Concert Association, for posing for this picture with me. Sure, it’s awesome that you wanted my book, but I’m grateful for this memory, conjured by a poster on a wall. MTM and me. Our second nighttime date. Joshua Bell with Academy of St. Martin in the Fields.
Last Friday, I was honored to speak at the Myrtle Beach Chicora Rotary Club on the first day of Myrtle Beach Bike Week. I always donate $1 from the sale of every book at Rotary meetings to Rotary Literacy initiatives. As I started my yesterday, I cried when I found this note in my inbox:
Thank you so much for visiting and speaking at Chicora Rotary this past Friday. i downloaded your book to my Kindle and cannot wait to finish reading it. I will be a follower of you writings forever. This book is amazing. Thank you , thank you, thank you for sharing your world with the world.
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